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Current Mood:  alright

Current Music:  "In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth" - Coheed & Cambria

 

NOTE:  2020 06 03  19H55 EST  Ramblings 514 - 



Ramblings 514

Written 2020-06-04

 

It gets a little hard at times

Not letting darkness settle its chimes.

Don't really know why it persists,

Since life is good; yet it just insists.

Don't particularly like its company;

I'd, a whole lot more, rather be happy.

 

 



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Current Mood:  alright

Current Music:  "Jack and the Orchids" - Émilie Clepper

 

NOTE:  2020 06 01  17H05 EST  Ramblings 513 - 



Ramblings 513

Written 2020-06-01

 

I couldn't bare it all to you more

Should feelings of deception

Attract the spotlight on the moment

All my hopes are you'll understand

That the notion couldn't be more

Out of line with any of my intentions

 

The only reason's explanation

Is a question of preservation

This space is my time away

And not anyone else's of sorts

I'm not hiding, I'm only hoping

To not have to ask you to not

 

Use this space as anything other

Makes me feel very uncomfortable

To be in that kind of position

They're my personal social issues



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Current Mood:  alright

Current Music:  "Stereo" - The Watchmen

 

NOTE:  2020 05 31  20H35 EST  Ramblings 512 - 



Ramblings 512

Written 2020-06-01

 

Before one goes off ridin' a high horse

It may be well to consider facts, of course

There are always two sides to a situation

'Cause one side hurts isn't a determination

 

Being swept in by an emotional outburst

That a friend is seemingly in a lot of hurt

Although a bit understandable

Is still nonetheless unreliable

 

So before you go off ridin' a high horse

Facts are that fairness was in play, of course

If you're going to lie and steal from others

Expectations are that I will give a bother

 

The intervention was warranted

All possibility for discussion granted

Unable to face being found out

Is (again) all this is really about

 

Very unfortunately in the nasty habit

Of struggling so bad with that little bit

You know, telling the truth, being honest

When found out, things become ruthless

 

War hammers out, survival mode in gear

She'll flip it around and make you shed tears

Discrediting you will be the name of the game

She'll use everything to make herself look tame

 

The poor victim being attacked

When the hidden actual fact

She's the one who created the whole deal

Threw you in the middle of her story unreal

 

All this so no one would find out...

She'll make sure to put you out.

So before you go ridin' your high horses

Trust I had very good reasons, of course

 



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Current Mood:  undefined

Current Music:  "Judith" - A Perfect Circle

 

NOTE:  2020 05 28  17H33 EST  Ramblings 511 - 



Ramblings 511

Written 2020-05-28

 

Here's another random thought :

 

Could it be said that when parents

Are going through the empty-nest

Syndrome, they're in effect, mourning

For the loss of their child's dependence?

 

It's a bittersweet phase of life.

 

 



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NOTE:  2020 05 28  13H43 EST  Chapter 1:  That Day 



Chapter 1: That Day

Written 2020-05-28

 

- short story... although the premise isn't too original, and I'm not sure if it'll go anywhere, this is to try to write differently... exploring, I guess... any pointers most welcome :) ... 

 

"The boy and the girl, are they ok?", he asked Pauline.  They'd come across the two children hiding in the shed when the little girl tripped over the drill's cord.  

 

"Yes, but they're clearly scared.  I can't get a peep out of them both.", she said frowning in concern.  Matt was deeply thinking it over, too, you could tell from the expression on his face. 

 

After a few moments, he inquired, "Shouldn't we be calling someone?  Seems to me that's the kind of thing you do if you find errant, seemingly afraid, children in your shed, no?"

 

At that moment, the little boy who couldn't have been more than eight years old, appeared in the doorway of their living room, consequently disrupting the conversation before Pauline could answer.  He hesitantly said, almost in a whisper, "Can you help us hide?  We mustn't be found.  Please?"

 

Something about the look in his eyes, and the way he said it, somehow made the hairs on the back of their necks unexpectedly prickle up.  Like an alarm bell imminently about to be triggered off, but without any clear justification.

 

Matt and Pauline averted their gaze to one another as the strange feeling took hold in the room.  And, in the softest of voices and smiles, Pauline approached the boy saying, "Can you tell us what's going on, sweetheart?  What's your name?  I'm Pauline, and this is Matt.  We want to make sure you're ok.  Can we call anyone for you?  Your parents? ..."

 

At the mention of calling their parents, there appeared a wave-like rippling along the whites of his eyes and across them, a red light almost like a flash that had an intensity which was very sharp.  Pauline recoiled as quickly as the flash came, and suddenly became fixed on the spot from being stupefied. 

 

Feeling fear tightening a grip on his throat, Matt bolted grabbing Pauline's arm to quickly drag them out of there.  His mind was racing, wondering if he was imagining it all, but he could reassure himself on that one, 'cause Pauline had seen it too. Look at them running now.

 

Matt looked back at the house to see if the children were there.  Both of them were standing on the porch, looking at them run away while giving a little wave.  He was thinking to himself, if red eyes and all that, whatever that was, are possible, the question would be, what else is there about these kids that's possible.  It wasn't a soothing reflection.

 

They ran about ten minutes to the next door neighbor who was the closest.  That would be Georges, a great fellow who's getting on with the years, as people say.  He was a much beloved neighbor and man of the community.  If there was ever anything the matter, you could always count on Georges' big heart to be there to help out in any way he could.  

 

Standing on his porch, Matt and Pauline rang Georges' doorbell, and stood there waiting while hoping he was home.  They weren't sure how what they were going through could be explained.  Georges might come to believe they'd finally lost their marbles.



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Current Mood:  alright

Current Music:  "Ordinary World" - Duran Duran

 

NOTE:  2020 05 28  11H50 EST  Ramblings 510 - 



Ramblings 510

Written 2020-05-28

 

Here's a random thought:

 

Could it be that when it comes

To people's likes in a person, 

A severe lack of self-confidence

Is as strong a put off

As when it's too abundant?

 

It seems that way.

 



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Current Mood:  undefined

Current Music:  "Elle s'ennuie" - De Palmas

 

NOTE:  2020 05 28  11H31 EST  Ramblings 509 - 



Ramblings 509

Written 2020-05-28

 

This is beyond impolite,

It's beginning to feel cruel.

The consequent void

Is one no one can avoid.

 

The problem is mine, I guess.

That's the thing with feelings

Sometimes right

Sometimes wrong

 

Though intuition usually tells

With a degree of accuracy

Which is which, all the while,

Contradictions help along.

 

The problem is mine, I guess.

That's the thing with feelings

Sometimes right

Sometimes wrong

 

Repetition of occurence, also

A strong player in the equation.

Putting it all together, it quickly

Forms a vivid conclusion of fact.

 

The problem is mine, I guess.

That's the thing with feelings

Sometimes right

Sometimes wrong

 

Another problem is determining

If any of it has an inkling of merit.

Can the conclusion be trusted

Is the other step to figure out.

 

The problem is mine, I guess.

That's the thing with feelings

Sometimes right

Sometimes wrong

 

But so far, no other leads

Indicate that my direction is wrong.

Kind of hard when you're in the void,

Left dangling there in the dark.

 



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Current Mood:  undefined

Current Music:  "Hello Time Bomb" - Matthew Good Band

 

NOTE:  2020 05 28  10H13 EST  Evidently - ?



Evidently

Written 2020-05-28

 

Ah.  Well, it's a painful thing

To be reminded, in my place

Of peace, why my people fears might

Not be all that irrational, after all.

 

Oh. What am I on about?

I doubt whatever this mind of 

Mine is brewing and twirling

Around is anyone's interest.

 

Hm. But to have it confirmed

Again and again, on repeat?

It's a blow by blow,

Depiecing of my heart.

 

Eh. Well, that part is mine

In my usual ruthless ways

Of head space self-beatings.

Let's say it exacerbates things.

 

So.  As the soreness builds,

The feeling is to disappear,

Just listen to my fears.

They're on to something.

 



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Current Mood:  wanting to write 

Current Music:  "So Cold" - Breaking Benjamin

 

NOTE:  2020 05 27  21H12 EST  Ramblings 500 (b) - 



Ramblings 500 (b)

Written 2020-05-28

 

- altered my text Ramblings 500 (written in March this year), this is a second version... trying to write in a time when my brain won't hear any of it... so, not feeling too confident that it's not on the lame side, but voilà...

 

"Silence can have many meanings

Suppose it's up to me to do the figuring

 

However this social guessing thing is played

Can't imagine I'll ever master it, sorry to say"

 

She smiled and put her arms around him

A temporary respite from this world's whims

 

"My darling, come, lean your head on my breast

Let us sigh in synch, forget about all the rest

 

There's no need to figure out their meanings

And plunge yourself into endless imaginings"

 

So, he placed his head there as she bade him to do

Gently easing into the soothing of her love so true

 



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Current Mood:  alright

Current Music:  "Runaway" - Bon Jovi

 

NOTE:  2020 05 27  14H31 EST  Infidélité (Infidelity) - French ramblings...



Infidélité (with translation)

Written 2020-05-27

 

- with rough translation... difficult to render French expressions with the same effect in another language, as is the case of all translations, of course... I tried :) ... just a ditty to pass the time...   

 

 

« Non, mais... il est en train de me niaiser ! » s'écria Lucie.  Elle était assise sur le divan et elle fouinait sur le cellulaire de son copain (comme si cela était normal).

 

"Oh no... he's stringing me along!" cried Lucie.  She was sitting on the sofa and snooping on her boyfriend's phone (as if that was normal).

 

Je lui demanda alors, ayant un doute savoir la raison de son exclamation (après tout, c'est de Stéphane qu'il s'agissait), « Qu'est-ce qu'il y a ? »

 

I asked her then, having an inkling that I knew the reason for her exclamation (after all, it was about Stéphane), "What's the matter?"

 

« Le tabarnak !  Il me trompe !  R'garde ça. »

Elle s'étira pour me montrer les photos qu'elle venait de trouver.

 

"The f**!  He's cheating on me!  Look at this."

She stretched over to show me the pictures she'd just found.

 

Je les regardais, ne sachant trop comment aborder la situation.  Il était plutôt clair que sa douce moitié avait des explications, non trop explicables, à fournir.

 

I was looking at them, not really knowing how to approach the situation.  It was quite evident that her better half had explanations, not too explainable, to give.

 

Je répliqua « Hm. Ouin... d'accord avec toi que ça paraît mal.  Qu'est-ce que tu vas faire ? », sachant trop bien qu'elle allait lui faire passer un mauvais quart d'heure, et plus.

 

I replied "Hm.  Yeah... I agree with you that it looks bad.  What are you going to do?", knowing too well that she would be making him go through extreme hell, and more.

 

« Check-moi b'en aller, y croira pas à ça, j'te jure ! »

Moi, je la croyais sans problème, je peux vous dire.

 

"Watch me go, he won't believe what hit him, I swear to you !"

Me, I had no trouble believing her, I can tell you.

 

Si les regards pouvaient tuer...

Je conseillerais à son homme de faire de l'air.

 

If looks could kill...

I'd advise her man to make himself disappear.

 



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